A sign I’m juggling with many things
It happened once again, I forgot to blog. Twice in the spent of a week or so is a sign my attention is drawn away from my emotional life. Going through mid-terms for the first time in my life makes it understandable.
Adding to the mix of stressors was a headache that bugged me most of the day. I pushed through, and still managed to complete a fair amount of studying. Also, I took my quiet times to coordinate activities for my up coming days off which disturbed my evening bus ride routine as well as my bed time routine.
I use to blog in the midst of various travels and activities before, so I’ll have to be more disciplined when my blogging alarm goes off. I’d better here and there so I don’t forget.
My blogging alarm actually wrang as I was completing my online counseling with my new counselor yesterday. This late time is yet an other thing I’m adjusting to. She’s sweet, and she has interesting life experiences. I think we’re going to get along. She did her Master’s at the brinks of her forties with 4 kids. She knows what busy is.
Everytime I ask a high achiever how many hours they sleep a night, I always get an answer of 6 hours or less. Unfortunately, when I go under 7 and a half solid hours of sleep, my physical health goes out of wack along with my emotional stability. It’s a fact I have to learn to accept since childhood. It’s part of the health consequences of depression, and a circumstance of my existence that bothers me. Regardless, I abide since my body doesn’t give me much of a choice. My headache yesterday was a sign of fatigue of course and I went straight to bed after I completed my activities.
Over the years, even with all my limitations, I’ve managed to do a lot of cool things. I know how to block communicate during strategic times of my day to maximize my schedule, like commute. I’m glad to put my phone on airplane mode before bed, and I keep my sleeping herbal drops by my bed to ensure as good sleep as possible. Those tiny little actions do add up, and for all the ailments I battle on a daily, big and small, I’m doing pretty good. ‘No big surgeries, no harsh meds, no mental breakdown, that’s a win.” This compliment coming from a counselor who works at an emergency psychiatric hospital is well received since she knows first hand what the lack of self-care leads to.
I’m glad I have a well informed professional on my team to support me on my journey.
